Don’t you love it when it is someone else’s birthday, but you are the one who gets the present? What present you ask? Another year that I get to spend with my hubby. Yes, yes, it is mushy which typically makes me want to throw up, but what can I say? After being married for 9 1/2 years, he still makes me swoon. Well maybe not swoon, but giggle. A lot. Most of the time on purpose.
Last week I was talking to the aide in Hannah’s preschool room. She had gone through a rough divorce and her ex had basically disappeared. She shared some of her story and looked at me and said, “You know how blessed you are right? I see your husband and how he is with your girls and you are a blessed woman.” I know this, but it is good to be reminded lest we take these things for granted. Have you told your hubby how wonderful he is lately?
This is my inadequate attempt at telling mine. Thanks for being the best hubby and dad I could ever ask for. I love being married to you, laughing with you and sharing life with you. I also love that you are now two years older than me so I can make jokes about you being old. It really is amazing you put up with me at all. I truly am very, very blessed. Happy Birthday babe!
p.s, my hubby was born on his mom’s birthday. The baby part would be an awesome present. Not sure about the labor part. Either way, I am blessed to have her in my life as well. And very thankful she raised such an amazing man.